A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 697: Chapter 417: Spell Equations, Ascending the Planetary Stage

Dragon Valley, atop the steep cliff face.

The Red Iron Dragon stood proudly, its majestic body bathed in the howling wind and snow, a thin layer of white snow already covering the heavy black and red intertwined scale armor, resembling a sculpture.

Its gaze was solemn and serious, breathing deeply and slowly, its dragon face full of concentration.

That posture seemed to be brewing some earth-shattering event.

Then, amidst the wailing of the wind and snow, the Red Iron Dragon slowly raised a front claw.

The sharp claw tips began to glow with a faint yet stable magical light. As its jaws slightly opened and closed, simple incantation syllables flowed out, and the aura around it became more and more solemn and heavy, like a mountain.

Finally, reaching the peak of its brewing, it gently waved the dragon claw forward.

In the next moment, a miracle occurred.

The magical light at the tip of its claw gently flickered, like a spark suddenly appearing.

Then, the thin, stubborn layer of snow covering it seemed to be gently brushed away by an invisible, tender big hand or an invisible brush.

Shh, shh, shh...

The snow fell and scattered, like shedding a layer of white clothing, quickly revealing the pristine, metallic sheen of the scale armor beneath, spotlessly clean.

——This was a standard Cleaning Technique.

A zero-ring illusion, the most basic of basics, effective in removing dirt, dust, and... well, snow from surfaces.

......

The mountaintop fell into silence, with only the wind and snow still howling tirelessly.

A few seconds later.

”Pfft... haha!”

A crisp, silvery laughter, seemingly exaggerated, came from behind a snow-covered boulder nearby.

Elf Dragon Vera flapped her vibrant, rainbow-colored wings as she flew out, laughing so hard in the air that she almost rolled over, tears nearly spilling out.

”My great King of Molten Iron, with the solemn demeanor you just displayed, I thought you were summoning a meteor, to plow through the entire Dragon Valley thoroughly.”

”And it turned out to be just a Cleaning Technique? A trick?”

”Your casting preparation was so long and solemn, one might mistake it for preparing some terrifying legendary-level magic.”

The Red Iron Dragon expressionlessly flicked its thick dragon tail, shaking off the last bits of lingering snow thoroughly.

”The essence of magic lies in precision and control, with an emphasis on the deep understanding and practice of its intrinsic principles.”

He spoke in a deep voice, with an undeniable authority: ”Even the most insignificant trick should be approached with full dedication, carefully comprehending the principles contained within.”

Elf Dragon Vera looked at his serious expression and laughed so hard her stomach cramped, wanting to tease him a few more times.

However.

Under the Red Iron Dragon’s increasingly dangerous gaze, she wisely held back her maniacally upturned mouth.

”So, eminent Red Iron Dragon scholar, what profound principles were you contemplating with such concentration just now? Did you truly gain any incredible magical insights?”

She rolled her eyes mischievously and asked.

”I was pondering whether or not to shove a certain excessively noisy little dragon deep into that snow pile, to let her calm down properly, and conveniently close that chattering mouth of hers.”

The Red Iron Dragon replied calmly.

Hearing this, Elf Dragon Vera shuddered all over, her laughter disappearing instantly.

She didn’t want to personally experience the King of Molten Iron’s physical method of calming down.

Before Galos could truly put this dangerous idea into practice, she let out a short shout, her wings flapping rapidly, and she disappeared like a streaking rainbow into the vast wind and snow.

After driving off the mischief-loving Elf Dragon, Galos steadied his somewhat chaotic mind, pulling his attention back.

The [Cleaning Technique] was the first legitimate trick he had ever performed, learnt completely through his own study and understanding, without relying on his bloodline.

Before this, Galos had actually mastered many powerful magic-like skills.

Their effects were far more terrifying than the small trick of a Cleaning Technique.

But those abilities were not acquired through learned expertise; they were instinctively obtained with the growth and awakening of the Dragon Race bloodline, like breathing and flying.

They were fundamentally different from magic learned through one’s understanding, model building, and energy guidance.

Meanwhile, the vast magical knowledge ingrained in the bloodline was constantly echoing and surfacing in his mind.

”A magic spell is essentially an independent magical effect. It is a precise reshaping and manipulation of the invisible magic energy permeating the space, ultimately manifesting in a specific way in a specific area—an intricate process.”

”Magic can be seen as a convenient tool, a lethal weapon, or a solid protective barrier. They can inflict or heal damage, create or remove specific state effects, and even draw life force or grant new life.”

”The runes and chants composing magic are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges. Most of them are the most effective means of communicating and guiding elemental energy, preserved as the most commonly used and efficient runes and chants through the long ages of evolution and selection, such as ψωξαщжюδя....”

”The spell’s level roughly indicates its strength. Zero-level illusions can be driven by mere thought, but high-level magic requires the caster’s full concentration, and some special spells require countless materials, or even the caster’s life.”